Chapter 141

Ari and I headed out for Mara's place at the ungodly hour of 7AM. There was a chill in the air and I bundled into my coat, shivering and sipping my steaming café latte until both the car and I warmed up. Whoever had bought this over-roasted crap needed to pony up for a better quality of bean because sour java and cow juice was stomach turning. Desperate times.

Ari hadn't come up with any kind of brilliant strategy beyond arming us with bug catching nets and a zapper fly swatter, but to be fair, neither had I. My chat with Rohan had kind of fried my brain. All that was forgotten, however when we pulled up to her aluminum-siding bungalow in a modest neighborhood and found an ambulance parked outside.

Ari and I exchanged glances. "Did she kill someone at her house?" I said.

"Do we have a folder or envelope or something?" he asked.

We found a glossy UBC course catalogue of Ari's that had slid under the front seat. Ari grabbed it and strode over to a small knot of bystanders.